Collateral

I’m going to make you feel my pain, I’m sewing hate,spool of misplaced thread, Stitch my view, mistakes fed, Wish I knew how to heal my head. In my lane, going insane, never thought my thoughts would cane my brain. Whiplashed, my mind splashed back Only to attack my own body sake Lonely In fact, my mind commits then redacts, admits then retracts , misfit in weighted slacks. Hissy fit in a trapped contradicted map. Laid out to waste, can’t even come to trace, these steps that revolve around a torn state, I was born in late, docs made a mistake, Now I want to drop a bomb and level this whole place. But not literally just in case the idiocy is too timid to see the truth in my taste.